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Ryan Routh’s half-baked crusade to kill Donald Trump ended the same way his trial did—chaotic, desperate, and doomed from the start.

BlackSea isn’t just pitching concepts—they’re rolling out a purpose-built, modular warship that looks ready to give the Navy the kind of flexible, mission-first workhorse it’s been asking for.

If you’ve got the scars, the spine, and words sharp enough to cut steel, this is your shot to grab The Loadout Room by the throat and make it roar.

I don’t consider myself a “gun nut,” but rather a husband, father, and hunter who owns the firearms my family and I genuinely need for defense, sport, and tradition.

Omar Abdul-Qader wasn’t some desert trigger-puller; he was the guy wiring the bombs and booking the flights, and now he’s a smoking crater in Hama.

A quick reaction force bristling with jammers, radars, and interceptors is the Pentagon’s answer to rogue drones buzzing our bases, a muscle car idling at the curb with orders to hit the gas the second trouble appears.

Congress can treat this report like a weather brief before a combat jump—ignore the winds at your peril, because landing in the wrong county means the mission’s blown before the first shot’s fired.

The U.S. didn’t board the go-fast this time—it erased it, trading cuffs and chain-of-custody for a flash of whitewater and a legal hangover that won’t wash off.

The war of terror is not fought with bombs or bullets, but in the human heart, where fear seeks to claim ground that only we can choose to surrender.

If there was no average, no pathetic, then there would be nothing against which to measure excellence and excellence lies at the heart of greatness.

If you want to get better at rucking, there’s no shortcut—strap it on, hit the trails, and practice until the weight feels like part of your body.

The so-called “Española” brigade—born from Russia’s football hooligan underworld—has become both a neo-Nazi mercenary force and a combat testbed for Moscow’s newest assault rifles in Ukraine.